fly underground : one hundred and ninety five: dating his-story

one hundred and ninety five: dating his-story

He says the lovely ones will know the truth,
no need for emperors to wear new clothes –
their fingers picking stitches from his youth,

girls spinning gold for kings, a birthday suit
and naked feels the cold when no wind blows.
He says the lovely ones will know the truth.

They thread through both his lips and sew him mute,
no tales of good old days and how time goes:
their fingers picking stitches from his youth

of winter kisses under hanging fruit,
when mistletoe turns wishes ‘round too close
(he says the lovely ones will know the truth).

It sounds the same for Anna, Mary, Ruth;
he dreams of lazy eyes, a missing nose,
their fingers picking stitches from his youth.

What if he calls again with reason, proof?
I mean this now and let me send a rose –
he says the lovely ones will know the truth,
their fingers picking stitches from his youth.

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